me, myself & I…

Come stop your crying,
It’ll be all right.
Just take my hand,
Hold it tight.

I will protect you
From all around you.
I will be here,
Don’t you cry.

For one so small,
You seem so strong.
My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm.
This bond between us
Can’t be broken.
I will be here,
Don’t you cry.

‘Cause you’ll be in my heart.
Yes, you’ll be in my heart.
From this day on,
Now and forever more.

You’ll be in my heart,
No matter what they say.
You’ll be here
In my heart, always.
Always.

ay cant wait for this movie n ipalabas d2.."corpse bride"..its a tim burton movie…tim burton was the maker of nightmare before xmas,charlie and the chocolate factory,edward scissor hands…kya cgurado ganda dn ito….hayyy…sna mapanood q…ds sept daw ang release eh sna i hav free tym pra mapanood ko xa…. =)

It's not how long we held each other's hand
What matters is how well we loved each other
It's not how far we travelled on our way
Of what we found to say
It's not the spring you see, but all the shades of green
It's not how long I held you in my arms
What matters is how sweet the years together
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
It's not how many summertimes we had to give to fall
The early morning smiles we tearfully recall
What matters most is that we loved at all.
What matters most is that we loved at all.

im so stupid, i dont know why i agreed on sumthing that i know isnt right…oh how i wish i can turn back the hands of tym, i have so many regrets and i want to change some of it and fill the empty space here inside of me…im a hopeless creature….nobody can understand me coz nobody really knows how i feel, think inside…oh….how i wish this is all just a dream, a nigthmare…oh please somebody wake me up, help me from this misery….i need someone who can truly understand me, someone who can listen to me and not blame me for the things that ive done…oh my…im so confuse i dont know what to do about this mess that i made,my conscience is bothering me every night i tuck myself to bed…

why?—there are things that are not really meant for us even though how hard we try to get it,if it wasnt really for us it will never be….why?—we cant teach people who will they love and will not love, its their decision not ours….why?—there are some people that cant love u the way u love them..why?—oh i think im going crazy…why this things coming out of my head…pressure,hate,ignorance,rejected,hipocracy….why?!!!

im so stupid, i dont know why i agreed on sumthing that i know isnt right…oh how i wish i can turn back the hands of tym, i have so many regrets and i want to change some of it and fill the empty space here inside of me…im a hopeless creature….nobody can understand me coz nobody really knows how i feel, think inside…oh….how i wish this is all just a dream, a nigthmare…oh please somebody wake me up, help me from this misery….i need someone who can truly understand me, someone who can listen to me and not blame me for the things that ive done…oh my…im so confuse i dont know what to do about this mess that i made,my conscience is bothering me every night i tuck myself to bed…

why?—there are things that are not really meant for us even though how hard we try to get it,if it wasnt really for us it will never be….why?—we cant teach people who will they love and will not love, its their decision not ours….why?—there are some people that cant love u the way u love them..why?—oh i think im going crazy…why this things coming out of my head…pressure,hate,ignorance,rejected,hipocracy….why?!!!

I’ve got it all, but I feel so deprived
I go up, I come down and I’m emptier inside
Tell me what is this thing that I feel like I’m missing
And why can’t I let go

*There’s gotta be more to life…
Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me
Cause the more that I’m…
Tripping out thinking there must be more to life
Well it’s life, but I’m sure… there’s gotta be more
Than wanting more

Eighteen is a windswept borderline:
In a moment, gates forever closed.
Gulf of dreams behind the vanished child,
Halfway round the corner of her smile.
The change flaps in the breeze, but in a while
Each motion turns to dance, each gesture wild
Eventually is placed, positioned, posed:
No leaping for sheer joy but by design.

As a caterpillar sheds its skin…
And changes into a butterfly,
A repentant soul sheds its sin…
And to its old tattered self doth die.
In the pupal stage it’s warmed,
According to God’s great plan;
There a new being is formed,
Created by His own hand.
Hallelujah! One glorious day
The miracle birth takes place…
In God’s own time, and in His way,
A soul is freed by grace.
Oh, what a change is wrought…
Such a wretched worm - a lowly sight,
Who would have ever thought
A Beautiful Creature would take flight?

After love and fear, there’s pride;
After tears, the night;
After all the words are gone,
A chair with just one light.

After memories, the dream
That you will come home safe;
After sleep, another day
Of waiting for my life.

After hope, the happiness
Of thinking of your love;
After moments of despair,
A stone no thought can move.

After all the sacrifice,
The hunger and the pain,
The passions and the promises,
The losses and the gains,

There’s nothing but my love for you,
Which waits upon the wind
To bring you from the barricades
That now you must defend.

"STRANGER IN MY HOUSE"

I don’t understand
You look just like the man
In the picture by our bed
The suspense is pounding and clouding up my head
I’m checkin’ your clothes
And you wear the same size shoe
You sleep in his spot
And you’re driving his car
But I don’t know just who you are

Chorus:
There’s a stranger in my house
It took a while to figure out
There’s no way you could be who you say you are
You gotta be someone else
Cuz he wouldn’t touch me like that
And he wouldn’t treat me like you do
He would adore me, he wouldn’t ignore me
So I’m convinced there’s a stranger in my house

I’m not sure who you are
Don’t see your shadow around when you walk
Ain’t leavin’ no kisses
Goodbye with no words
If these walls could talk
They would have nothing to tell

So what could it be?
Is there someone imitating me?
Could she be taking my place?
Look me in the face
And tell me that I’m wrong
When I say…

Repeat Chorus

Pop quiz
Tell me where we first kissed
Tell me where my spot is
Tell me if I liked it, loved it
Or could it be
That the stranger is me
Have I changed so drastically?
Is it I want more for me?
And you remain the same